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“Robert, darling, listen to what I’m trying to tell you!”
“Why?” Bobby demanded. “You haven’t been here for a week. I thought we were gonna make up for lost time.”
Crowley sighed as he lay in the burly hunter’s bed. It certainly wasn’t as though he had fought Bobby off when the hunter suggested they move things there right away. Bobby had put one of his big, calloused hands right on his bulge, already prominent in his pants, and grinning, tugged at him until he had Crowley in the bedroom, precisely where he wanted him. Crowley enjoyed male attention; Bobby had discovered he liked handling Crowley’s bits. Perfection.
Still, the book which his minions had brought to him, found in the possession of a couple of hunters who wouldn’t be a problem any more, was both intriguing and worrying.
“The presence of this text suggests that someone has actually crossed over from this alternate world, as you might call it. It sounds most unpleasant, you know. The other me was wasting so much time getting after the Winchesters and plotting and so on….” He broke off, gasping in delight as Bobby continued to caress him intimately. “I have no idea why I would waste my time that way, when I could be...ooh, darling!”
Bobby grinned as he drew a nail lightly along Crowley’s huge, erect dick. The fat demon was on his back, legs spread, emitting effeminate little cries as the hunter fondled his package. He was in his briefs. Bobby had stripped him early on, remaining in his jeans, to tease the desperate demon.
Bobby, Crowley decided, his mind a buzz of pleasure, certainly had made up for lost time. Six or so weeks after the, ah, incident with Bobby’s soul, Crowley had arrived to apologise to Bobby for the whole souls cock-up. Bobby had accepted his apology.
Since then, they had spent the majority of their time, like now, in the hunter’s bedroom. It was fair to say they definitely had found better things to do than work. Bobby was becoming most skilled at postponing Crowley’s sexual satisfaction, and his own. He had been delighted to discover Crowley’s preference for bottoming.
“Sure, it doesn’t sound like fun, from what you say. But why do we need to waste time with it?” Bobby demanded, stilling his hand for a moment. Crowley whimpered in need, and tried to shove his massive dick against Bobby’s hands once more to obtain friction. One of the things he’d told Bobby was that his need to be sexually dominated was not something he could admit in Hell. Not and survive there. Also that it was not something he planned to ever give up.
Bobby stroked Crowley, and he cried out his pleasure. The hunter inserted a finger into the tip, circled and pressed him to ecstasy. Crowley’s shrieks achieved new heights.
“We should at least….investigate what else these hunters know, Robert. That’s more your domain. I’ll leave the book here, you can read it and make sure none of those things happen.” He felt his willpower ebbing as Bobby’s hands moved on him. “But not this evening. It’s been too many nights since we’ve been together and I need you to – ahh, yes, right there, love. Harder. Pull at me!”
“Okay, you got a point," Bobby told him as he obeyed; gripping and pulling, grinning as Crowley shrieked. "I should tell the boys some of this. It concerns them, especially the stuff about Sam. And they both need to get warned about the damn vampires. Yeah, I admit that much, if even some of the things happen this way here, there could be trouble.”
“Remember to keep quiet about just how the book came into your possession,” Crowley almost begged. Bobby was very careful not to let on about his new relationship, but Crowley knew he had even more to lose than the hunter did, should the denizens of Hell learn what their newly-minted King got up to when he visited the Earth realm.
“Sounds like this stuff in that book hasn’t happened only because of what we’re doing,” Bobby concluded, tossing his clothing aside and mounting the plump, whimpering male demon in his bed. He might not have been fucking Crowley for very long, but the frequency of encounters had made him very adept, and increasingly more eager for the homosexual delights which the King of Hell was now offering him.
Crowley wailed in need, feeling the hunter’s lubed dick at his entrance, spreading his legs as wide as he could, while Bobby slid in, drawing a deep breath before he began to fuck Crowley, moving in and out with a delicious rhythm as Crowley begged him to fuck deeper, harder. Bobby’s hands gripped his fleshy shoulders while he complied. Crowley’s mind went to ecstatic mush as he felt the hunter’s thrusts.
A phone in a distant room made Bobby curse and Crowley instantly plead with him not to stop, not to answer, to go on buggering him until he came, quivering and thrusting back against the hunter. No problem there, Bobby thought, he was joined with Crowley until both of them could orgasm, with Bobby thrusting deep inside the demon’s plush rear, again and again. Then Crowley shrieked, his body shaking as he shot his load on to the sheets and Bobby also, incited by the fat demon’s sexual abandon, exploded into his ass.
“Better things to do, for sure, like you, King of Hell,” Bobby growled as he felt his own delicious release. Probably the boys on the phone, he thought, wanting him to come out and do some job with them that would involve leaving a naked, needy Crowley and this bed. Not happening tonight, he thought, his mind dizzy with pleasure. It had been so damn long for him, nothing but work and monsters. Besides, if he was right, the fact that he was regularly doing the King of Hell was in fact saving the world.